When insurance companies make me mad, I think everyone should know.
Needed: Blog Designer
August 11, 2005I need a blog designer for a very small project. The job won’t take long at all but needs to be turned around by no later than tomorrow. If you’re interested, email me with your website and info. Must accept Paypal.
Safety first
August 10, 2005Michelle wrote a really interesting post about doing crazy scary unwise things when she was young and wonders how she survived childhood. She contrasted that to how closely she monitors her own kids and decided that "it’s a different world these days."
How true.
I grew up smack in the middle of downtown Chicago and was riding public transportation to school alone at a very young age. My mother tells me that, back then, if I fell asleep in the convertible on the way to her parents’ house, it was nothing to leave me sleeping in car with the top down (I disagree with the notion she was leaving me out there so gypsies would abscond with me). Do I think my mother was careless? Of course not, I think it really was a different time back then (we’re talking 25 years ago).
These days, when children are being abducted faster than Amber Alerts can be issued, I can barely stand to let my seven year old get the mail without trailing behind him. I have a seven foot privacy fence surrounding my backyard and a Great Dane in residence, yet I still compulsively check to see what’s happening when the kids are out back. I realize there’s a fine line between protecting your children and over-protecting your children. Will I find it before they’re thirty?
The boys’ school takes safety very seriously: A drivers license is required to go anywhere but the office during school hours. You must agree to fingerprinting and a background check if you wish to volunteer in the classroom. Children will not be released to anyone but a parent unless a ream of paperwork is on file. After first bell, the doors are locked and no one goes in or out except through the Main Office. I’ll tell you, it’s like Fort Knox over there. And yet, parents complain. After filling out emergency contact information in triple-triplicate for the fourth time yesterday, I mentioned to the school secretary that I was impressed with the school’s thoroughness. She thanked me profusely because, according to her, all she hears are complaints from parents who "don’t want the hassle."
Is it really a more unsafe world than 25 years ago or does it just seem that way for today’s parents? Are the extra precautions we take with our children warranted or have we just becomes skittish in the wake of highly publicized news stories? I don’t know. Frankly, I don’t care. To coin a phrase: better safe than…well, you know.
CORRECTION: My mother has informed me that the incident in the convertible actually occurred nearly thirty-five years ago. Excuse me for a while so I can go pluck my grey hairs and find myself a sturdy cane. I’m suddenly feeling very old.
It’s not like it was a plate of sardines and Cool Whip
August 10, 2005Over the weekend, I was gnawing my way through a bowl of salsa and chips when I decided I was thirsty. I offhandedly mentioned to J that I was going in the kitchen to get my chocolate milk and he recoiled as if I suggested I was considering sucking my beverage directly from a cow’s teat. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that mixing milk and salsa would mean setting myself up for certain gastro-intestinal failure. The two elements were surely going to curdle in my stomach, he reasoned, and cause me to explode like Mr. Creosote.
J and I debated endlessly about the validity of his assessment of my dietary intake until he finally urged me to "google it." I did and, may I say,…
Neener, neener, neener.
Not only was there no mention of the hazards of chugging milk after eating spicy salsa, it turns out to be a remedy for pepper-scalded tongues.
If J can’t stand the sight of that particular food combination, what would he think of my lunch today? Kraft Mac & Cheese with peas and Open Pit Barbecue Sauce. Mmmmm.
Building a better blog
August 8, 2005Darren Rowse of ProBlogger fame suggests that bloggers should use the month of August to build a better blog. Darren is asking fellow bloggers to submit their tips on what we find works for us so here’s my list. He and the other readers have astounded me at their tremendous insight and terrific ideas. At the end of his series, if he doesn’t gather all this great information and publish it as a whole somewhere, I will eat my keyboard.
Everyone always writes their list of "do’s" and I’m feeling contrary this morning so how about a list of "don’ts"?
1) Don’t underestimate the power of comments – One of the best things about blogging is getting comments on your posts but it also presents one of blogging’s biggest challenges. Like getting a truckload of emails in your inbox, naturally you want to reply to each one but real life has a way of infringing upon a blogger’s time to answer each one personally. I suggest that you make the time because when someone takes the time to comment on your posts, often what they are really saying is, "Hey, I noticed you. Will you stop by my blog and notice me?" It’s a great way to build links and, more important, build blogging relationships. That said, I need to take a dose of my own medicine. Over the last couple of months, I have not been as diligent at commenting on other blogs (or responding to reader’s comments) as I should and I can see the (unfortunate) difference in my stats.
2) Don’t agonize over your stats – One day your blog may get 406 hits, another day there may only be 46. Try to look at the big picture and focus on the long term goals of return readership (easier said than done, I know). I completely understand that low stats are disheartening. Who among us doesn’t want to wake up tomorrow morning and discover that we’ve overloaded Sitemeter’s servers? The fact is, building readership takes time. Lots and lots of time. And did I mention it takes a long time? There are loads of great articles out there about how to increase traffic to your blog. Spend more time reading those and less time staring at your stats. It will all come together, eventually. I promise.
3) Don’t forget to revisit topics that have generated lots of comments in the past – If your post on the seasonal shedding habits of Royal Persian Chinchillas generated the highest amount of comments you’ve ever had, consider writing a similar post on the same topic. I’m not encouraging you to repeat yourself just for the sake of traffic, I’m suggesting that you go with what you know works. If your readers are interested in a certain topic, run with it.
4) Look for unique places to link your blog – For example, many local newspapers now have their own blogs and will often link to those of area bloggers as well. Look around for unusual places to get your blog listed. Have you written an article on "1,001 Uses For Flypaper"? Contact the National Coalition for Proper Flypaper Implementation and offer your article in exchange for a link.
5) Don’t be afraid to take chances – Because it’s a topic that’s being talked to death in the media these days, blogging may seem like it’s been around forever but, really, it’s still in it’s adolescence. Lots of great thinkers on the subject have been trying to pinpoint where blogging is going but, the truth is, nobody really knows. Trends are just now being spotted and established so go ahead and take some risks. If your primary readership tends to canonize the Green Bay Packers, it’s probably not wise to suddenly extol the virtues of the Chicago Bears. If, however, you usually write satire, try branching out into personal essays. Do you have a photo blog? How about peppering some posts with other types of art? Get creative but remember to try and strike a balance between what keeps your readers coming back in the first place and what might attract some new ones.
6) Don’t forget to have fun – Enough said.
Big honkin’ goof
August 5, 2005I stopped by the gas station yesterday to get a Red Bull in the hopes of staying awake long enough to see dinner time. This particular station has a tendency to collect riff-raff from the area and the parking lot is always filled with creepy guys with no teeth who spit suspicious brown fluid into empty Pabst cans. There are also lots of people who stop in to get their morning breakfast of Mad Dog 20 and Camels before driving off in their 1972 Chevy Novas.
I guess I chose this gas station to stop at because I felt like getting a good dose of catcalls offered up by bling-wearing pimp wanna-bes who have to hold up their drooping drawers with one hand at all times. Can you tell this is not my favorite place to buy things? But, hey, it was on the way to where I was going.
Anyway, I bought my Red Bull and navigated my way to the door amid the smelly, scraggly, greasy, chain smoking guys who all seemed to want to give me their stellar opinion of my appearance or question me about my social calendar for the next few weeks. I just smiled benignly and tried to become invisible as I made my way to the car. Once inside, I shut the door and took a breath. I’d managed to get out of there without drawing too much attention to myself.
As I put the key in the ignition, a car started honking.
Honk!
Honk!
Honk!
"God, what nerve!" I thought. As if honking at me will make me swoon and fall into the arms of whoever was trying to get my attention!
Honk!
Honk!
Honk!
I glanced up at the group of men outside the store and they all stared right back. Were they waiting to see if this Neanderthal’s way of trying to pick me up would work? Oh my god, these guys were fools. Quit with the honking already! I’m not interested!
Honk!
Honk!
Honk!
It wasn’t until I put the car in reverse and went to leave the lot that I realized I’d been listening to the alarm on my own vehicle. Apparently, I’d accidentally pushed the panic button on my key fob when I started the car.
I’m sure the guys at the gas station had a good laugh at my expense. Go ahead, you can too.
Tagged
August 4, 2005Gwynne over at Lost In Translation tagged me for a meme. When I agreed to do it, I thought maybe I’d get a few questions about my favorite color, earliest childhood memory or biggest regret. You know, normal questions? Instead, she tossed a couple of biggies in my lap but, in the end, I had a good time with it.
For once in my life, I’m going to play by the rules. Here they are:
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment or email me saying "Interview
me". ("Tickle me" or "Caress me" are not acceptable substitutes.) You
must leave your blog address so that I can think of good questions for
you.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions – each person’s will be different. I’ll post the questions in the comments section of this post.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to my questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in your post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
All righty, folks. Here we go…—->
Pizza delivery weirdness
August 3, 2005Feeling lazy charitable tonight, I ordered us pizza for dinner. J had to work late, the kids have been really good the last couple of days and, well, you know how it goes. My seven year old, in his mad dash towards adulthood, asked if he could do the actual ordering. After much rehearsing and me running interference with the pizza guy on the other end of the phone, Son One did a bang up job of getting us just what we wanted.
But that’s not the weird part.
The delivery person, a man in his fifties, asked for my drivers licence and debit card to verify the payment information I’d given over the phone. He glanced at my license, which I’d happen to hand him upside down, and said, "You look just like Sally Field when you’re upside down"
"Excuse me?"
"You look just like Sally Field. You know, ‘Norma Rae’? When you’re upside down, that is."
"Oh, I…uhhh," I stammered. "That’s a new one on me. People always say I look like somebody but never Sally Field. Well, thank you….?"
"Yes," he replied. "You really do."
"Gee. Um. Thank you."
"And that’s a big compliment. Trust me, that’s a really big compliment."
Okay…if you say so, pal.
See, I told you. Weirdness.
In case you’re wondering….
The happy dance boogie-woogie
August 3, 2005After suffering through several days of relentless headaches and a stomach hellbent on reminding me of everything I’ve eaten in the last six weeks, I’m happy to report I’m feeling in the pink again. I figure I must have looked pretty scary when even J said I looked like death. I mean, coming from a guy who recently told me I look good "pretty cute in the morning," I must have looked baaaaad.
Anyway, my renewed vigor is accounting for the sudden proliferation of posts. Well, there’s also these things:
- I have discovered the Magic Eraser cleaning thingy. Why didn’t someone tell me about these sooner? Move over, Swiffer, this is my new favorite gadget.
- Speaking of gadgets, I’ve finally got my PDA resurrected from its death throes.
- My kids are being unusually sweet to me (wonder what they’re up to?). A couple of days ago, they even threw me a "surprise birthday party." I didn’t tell them my birthday isn’t for six weeks yet (feel free to mark your calendars).
- J is maybe, possibly, perhaps taking Friday off for a three day weekend of fun and frolic.
- Speaking of J, he’s been feeding my compulsive need to watch every episode of The Sopranos that has ever been filmed. He tracked down the first three seasons for me, makes me popcorn and never cracks a smile when I’m yelling at the TV or freaking out because someone unexpectedly gets shot. Is he a keeper or what?
- Even the dog has been behaving. Well, let me qualify that by saying he’s been behaving to the point that he’s willing to only chew two mystery items per day now instead of the previous nineteen. For him, that’s progress.
- I actually have a waiting list of paid writing gigs. A couple of them even come with expense accounts. Have I officially "arrived"? Not yet, but I’m close.
- And my personal favorite exciting news this week: a story I wrote for a weekly paper got picked up by a major newspaper. Neighbors in a three block radius heard the crash when I fainted.
I’m the happiest girl blogger in the land.
Origami for procrastinators
August 3, 2005When Visiting Mother was here, we shopped like there was no tomorrow. It’s a good thing there happened to be a tomorrow because, you know, otherwise when would I wear all those cute shirts I bought?
I figure that, over the course of a week, I probably tried on 239,746 different shirts. Tanks, tees, button downs, pullovers, crop tops (on me? yeah, right). Most of the stuff I bought was aimed at making J drool copiously down his chin. I think I did all right but, for added insurance, I dropped into Victoria’s Secret and stocked up on a few unmentionables. The most flattering tops in the world won’t mean a thing if the girls aren’t "up" for the performance. Know what I’m saying?
Now I have shirts on the brain so when a friend showed me this site, I figured I’d try making shirts out of money. I have a million and one things to do but this is how I spent the last ten minutes.
Next up: a matching pair of bell bottoms made from Kleenex.
Tomorrow: a bolero tie made out of dental floss and a few pennies.
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